A/N: Considering making this a story thanks to Yellow Horse. Oh, how I wish you weren't a guest! T-T Bu. . . but I have Breezy and I'm trying to work out some Sherlock and Suits. Well, no Sherlock until the next season, and no suits until the next new episode and they will probably be just one-shot groups. . . so fine! Story it is Yellow Horse. Did you listen to the songs? I really hope you did. I'm going to try to find your account, assuming it's under Yellow Horse. Maybe you beta my story in return? Kk, I hope you see this A/N. Love reviews on my PWP's, damn ;3

Just a sweet bit of RobinXBB Fluff. BB wakes up next to Robin and admires him in the soft light of dawn. Ratatat's "Cherry" put me in this sweet melancholy mood. Oh, and ". . . ." is where I started listening to Ratatat's "Gettysburg", which made other kinds of things happen in my mind ;) Damn, that song is hot. Written in BB's POV.

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I wake up softly, slowly. My head resting on his chest. I hear his heart beating a sleepy rhythm. It's barely light out. Everything is baby blue and light pink.

Slowly, because I don't dare wake him, I pull away to look down at him. His lips are parted slightly, eyes closed, unmoving under his pale lids. His eyebrows and forehead are smooth, no tense, furrowed worry. The most peaceful expression this boy ever has, all the fierce intensity and focus, gone. Only bliss and calm. I kiss him softly, just a brush of lips, not wanting to wake him, hoping for more time to observe this calm beauty. I nuzzle our foreheads, slide my cheek on his and whisper in his ear.

"I love you", I've woken him.

I feel his cheek tense with awareness as his lips curl into a smile, before he whispers.

"I love you too".

"You're beautiful", I say softly.

He pushes against me, gets on top of me, kisses me.

Then he's kissing my neck and I can feel him smile on my skin. I can't help but moan. The beauty in this moment is almost too much.

I feel the skin of his tummy against my sex and he giggles, yes literally giggles, at it poking him. Omg!

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Then he's kissing me so hard, lips crashing gloriously.

Suddenly he pulls back, looking at me, his eyes are clouded with lust, he bites his lip and I know what he wants. I press two fingers to his lips and he takes them all the way into his mouth, never breaking eye contact. He sucks on them, wetting them thoroughly. He finishes and I trail my fingers down his spine, inserting one when I get to his tight ass. He groans, relaxing around my invasion,I begin to slide the second finger in but the way he's looking at me I know he's ready.

I grip his hips, moving him just barely onto my sex, he bucks and tries to push down. I smirk and ram up into him, simultaneously pushing him onto me.

He throws his head back and screams.

"Uunnggghhh! Beast Boy!".

Then he's pulling me close, one hand on my shoulder, the other caressing the side of my face, we kiss as I fuck him senseless, harder and harder as he squeezes my shoulder, digging his nails in, it's ecstacy for both of us. I bite his lip and he comes. He sits up as he orgasms, trying to get as much of me inside him as possible, his eyes looking off into oblivion as he murmurs my name over and over. I cum just watching him, and feeling him clench around me.

We don't move. He stays on top of me, his arms wrapped around my neck, face pressing against my chest, breathing me in. I hug him to me, one hand in his hair.

We fall asleep like that, me still inside him. Morning can wait.